To my Wife
      
      
      Gloomy day in the
      stuffy cell,
      I am sitting on the
      bed alone in expectation,
      My soul is hurt, it is
      in pain,
      I am lost in thought
      about you.
      
      
      You don’t care! Why
      don’t you remember me
      The man who inspired
      in you
      The hope for love and
      tenderness,
      Who gazed at you with
      a gentle glance.
      
      
      Please, think about me
      now that I have told you this.
      I am guilty!
      I have made mistakes.
      The prison wall looms
      between us,
      And my memory rests in
      your gentle glance.
      Mincho 
      Bulgaria
       
      
      
      Society and Isolation
      
      
      Alone and lost and
      excluded,
      Different from those
      around me,
      Alone, lost and
      isolated,
      How I yearn to be
      free.
      Alone and lost and a
      stranger,
      I don’t know what to
      do,
      Alone and lost in
      society,
      Lost and alone without
      you.
      
      
      I ‘ve built up a
      barrier between us,
      To smother the pain
      that I feel,
      So I still feel so
      isolated,
      Even though the
      barrier’s not real.
      I just wish it was
      different,
      If only I could be
      strong,
      I feel different from
      those around me,
      Even though I know
      it’s wrong.
      
      
      I can’t change the
      way I feel,
      I just wish that I
      could,
      Be like most other
      people,
      But I don’t know if
      I should.
      Even though I know I
      different,
      I’m special in other
      ways,
      So even though I’m
      isolated,
      I should feel happy
      today.
      Jason 
      (Lancaster)
      
      
       
      
      
      
      
      Hello there, Son
      
      
      Hello there, Son, how
      are you today?
      Is your homework all
      done?
      Have you been out to
      play?
      No, not yet, Dad,
      we’ve just had our tea,
      I was hoping you would
      ring,
      Just to talk to me.
      I can’t talk for
      long, son, there’s a queue for the phone,
      Is your mother with,
      or are you all alone?
      She’s gone out
      again, Dad, with that Trevor from work,
      I hate to see them
      together,
      He’s such a jerk.
      Don’t be like that,
      son, he’s not that bad,
      They are happy
      together,
      I just make her sad.
      I know what you’re
      saying, dad, I know it’s true,
      I can’t help what I
      feel,
      I just want it to be
      you.
      I’m nearly in tears
      here and my cards almost done,
      I will call you
      tomorrow,
      I love you, my son
      Alan 
      (Maghaberry)